A young man with a fierce scar on his face that looked as if it had been made by hot metal told me his meeting had already started, so I was too late. He had no notion when it might finish. His manner wasn’t especially obstructive, but not welcoming either. I strolled around in the warm evening. ...
The flighty chestnut he was riding thought of shying at a man walking a wolfhound. The slightest pressure of Amos’s leg decided him against it. It was the morning after Mr Griffiths’s funeral and we were discussing the Indian gentleman. ‘Did Tom say anything to you about him after you left me?’ ‘...
Clouds of brown dust from the road whirled in through the shattered side, setting me coughing and stinging my eyes. I doubt if a hearse had ever moved so fast. A mere coffin was no burden at all for six excited horses, and Stephen was driving like a man trying to win a bet. Through the small wind...
Until then, I’d had misgivings about entering any man’s house as a spy. Now I knew that if there was any way I could find to repay Sir Herbert for treating my life (and the horse’s and coachman’s lives) so lightly, I would find it. I looked for my bag and found it in the wreckage. &nb...
At last I fell asleep, but it felt as if I’d been unconscious for only a minute or two when running footsteps came up the stairs. A fist thumped against the door, followed by Tabby’s voice, hoarse and breathless. ‘There’s a lady dead in the park.’ I jumped out of bed and opened the door. She was ...